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TO BECOME A WOMAN
By Mr. Solitude
6:00 AM. Monday morning. Hopkins, Minnesota.
It was just the start of another ordinary day for Curt
Olsen. But that was not necessarily a good thing for him,
for Curt longed for a life completely different than the
one he had.
Turning off the alarm clock, Curt reluctantly got out of
bed and stumbled off to the bathroom, still half asleep.
Wiping the cobwebs from his eyes, Curt looked at his
reflection in the mirror. He was not all that unattractive
of a man, at twenty-five years old. He stood six feet tall
and weighed 200 pounds, with a well-endowed muscular
physique and a handsome face. It was the sort of body that
most women would find attractive.
'Most men would be very happy to have a body like mine,'
Curt thought to himself.
But Curt was not one of those men. For several years, Curt
had a deep desire to become a beautiful young woman. He
never felt quite right with being a male, for he was never
genuinely interested in traditionally masculine activities.
Whenever his friends would invite him over to watch
football on Sundays or other similar stuff, he feigned an
interest just to feel like part of the group. But that
group of friends always seemed artificial to him.
Generally, Curt's best friends were female... he always
felt more comfortable around women and realized that he had
more in common with them. Strangely enough, Curt never had
a committed relationship with a woman, but this never
struck him as unusual, because he was quite content with a
woman's friendship.
Underneath that friendship, however, was that deep desire
of his to be a woman. Although Curt was physically
attracted to the opposite sex since his teen years, he
found that this attraction was not what it first seemed. He
spent countless nights imagining what it would be like to
have a sensual woman's body. He wanted to feel the weight
of shapely breasts against his own chest, and he wanted to
feel the warmth of feminine sexuality between his own legs.
But Curt's fantasy lover was also a woman. In his mind, he
was one with this woman and shared every aspect of her
femininity. However, recently Curt had been having these
same dreams more often than before... and they were more
powerful as well. As Curt stepped into the shower, his mind
flashed to this woman over and over again, wanting to be
united with her.
He knew it would be a difficult day at work, for no matter
how hard he tried, he could not push these thoughts out of
his mind.
***
Curt worked for a prominent financial firm in the heart of
downtown Minneapolis. He always found his exact job
difficult to describe to everyone, but he knew that the
financial security of several important local business
depended on his economic advice. He hated to call himself a
consultant, but that was what most people considered Curt
to be. As he drove down the 394 freeway towards the office,
Curt again found himself thinking about his fantasy woman
and wondered what it would be like to be in her shoes,
living the same life as Curt had now but as a woman.
Curt's reverie was suddenly interrupted by the insufferable
traffic on the road as a car horn blared behind him.
Apparently, he had failed to notice that the traffic was
moving again. Within a few minutes, Curt had arrived at the
IDS Tower and had parked his car in the nearby parking
garage. Entering the building, Curt stepped into an open
elevator heading for the upper floors. Just before the door
closed, Curt heard the rapid clicking of a woman's high
heels as an attractive young lady hurried into the
elevator.
Looking up at the woman, Curt realized that he knew exactly
who she was. She was his secretary and best friend at work,
Carissa Needham. She was just about the same age as Curt,
with an angelic face and an absolutely stunning figure.
Carissa had crystal blue eyes and flowing brunette hair,
and a smile that would make just about anyone melt. Today,
she was wearing a dark blue, feminine business suit that
accentuated her curves perfectly. The jacket barely
contained her magnificent breasts and showed a generous
amount of cleavage, and the skirt showed off her flawless
legs in all their splendor. As she stood in the elevator,
Curt just stared at her... not in lust, but in envy.
'How great it would be to be Carissa!' Curt mused to
himself. Carissa's sexy perfume filled the air, and Curt
could not help but to wonder how happy she must be as the
incredible woman she was.
Carissa turned to Curt and smiled, "Good morning, Mr.
Olsen!" she said brightly.
Curt was quickly brought back to reality by Carissa's
voice. "Oh, hello Carissa," Curt said awkwardly, trying to
hide the fact that he had been watching her for almost a
minute. "How are you this morning?"
"I'm great!" she beamed. "How about you? Did you have a
nice weekend?"
"It was okay," Curt lied.
He certainly wouldn't feel comfortable telling his
secretary about the powerful dreams he had been having
recently about his fantasy woman, let alone his burning
desire to become a woman. As much as he enjoyed her
friendship in the office, Curt wasn't willing to risk it by
discussing his problems with Carissa.
As the elevator reached its destination floor, Curt
followed Carissa out of the elevator. As Carissa walked
away, he admired the hypnotic sway of her ass in the tight
skirt she was wearing. Curt felt an extra wave of desire
fill him by watching her move that way.
'Carissa, you have no idea how lucky you are,' he whispered
softly.
Before heading into his office, Curt stopped by the break
room to fix himself a cup of coffee. He wanted to make it
particularly strong this morning, for after his erotic
dreams and his run-in with Carissa, he could barely think
of anything other than his fantasy to become a woman. In
the back of his mind, Curt knew that there would be no way
to fulfill that fantasy... but the images and desires were
just so strong that they were impossible to ignore.
Quickly, Curt poured his coffee and headed for his office
before someone else came into the room.
Curt opened the door to his office and promptly dropped his
briefcase and jacket on a chair near the entrance. Sitting
down at the desk, Curt noticed that he already had a
message on the telephone. Picking up the handset, Curt
found that the message was from his boss, Mr. Linden.
"Curt," the message said, "there's a very important meeting
today at 10:00 AM in the conference room that you need to
attend. An organic food store chain wants to build some new
locations throughout the Twin Cities, and they are looking
for the capital to start this project. Since organic foods
are very popular now, I think this could be a sound
business decision. Please be there."
Obediently, Curt wrote it down on his daily schedule.
Fortunately, he wouldn't have to cancel any appointments to
make the meeting, as was often the case when Mr. Linden
would call a meeting on short notice. His first client of
the day was a representative from a local computer agency
that was having trouble saying afloat. Looking over his
notes from the previous week, Curt remembered that the
agency was hoping for some emergency liquidity to help keep
it in business while the economy was slow. He had about a
half hour to get ready.
Instead of preparing for the 9:00 AM appointment, Curt
merely stared at the confusing mountain of revenue reports
and loan forms that sat on his desk. No matter how hard he
tried, Curt couldn't focus on them for any length of time.
His mind kept returning to his fantasy woman and his wish
to become her. In a fit of frustration, Curt pushed a stack
of papers onto the floor.
"Goddamn it!" he said aloud. Curt lowered his head and
began to sob, tears welling up in his eyes. "What's wrong
with me?" he said through his sobs.
At that moment, Carissa happened to be standing outside of
Curt's office. She was about to put some files into the
mailbox on his door when she heard the sounds coming from
his office. Putting her ear against the door, she thought
she heard Curt crying. Hesitantly, Carissa knocked on the
door.
"Mr. Olsen, is everything okay?"
Curt looked up from the desk. "Is that you, Carissa?"
"Yes, it's me. May I come in?"
Curt took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure.
"Please come in."
Quietly, Carissa cracked open the door and wiggled into the
office, looking as radiant as ever. A brief glance at
Curt's face told Carissa that he had indeed been crying.
She grabbed a chair and pushed it right up next to Curt,
holding her skirt flat against her thighs and crossing her
beautiful legs tightly as she sat down beside him.
Gently, she took his hand and asked in a soothing voice,
"What's wrong? I thought I heard you crying."
If it weren't for Carissa's comforting tone, Curt might
have sent her out of the office right then. Deep down, Curt
knew precisely what his problem was... he wanted to be a
woman, but he was actually a man. But how could he tell his
secretary this? He looked into Carissa's gorgeous eyes and
saw that she truly wanted to help him, and he gave her hand
a soft squeeze.
"I... I don't know where to start..." he managed to say.
"You can tell me anything you want. I promise I won't
tell," Carissa said softly.
Knowing that it was probably better to tell someone about
what was going on rather than keep it bottled up inside,
Curt decided to open up to Carissa and tell her everything.
"So, Carissa... I always have these dreams about making
love to a woman, and in that dream I am also a woman. For
as long as I can remember, I've been enchanted by
everything feminine, and I've wanted to become a woman so I
can be a part of that femininity. And nothing would make me
happier than to become a woman. I bet this all sounds
weird, but I can't think of any other way to explain it."
"Oh my... Curt, am I the first person to know about this?"
Carissa asked.
"Yes... ever since I met you, I've trusted you, Carissa.
You are such a great friend to me. But now I don't know
what to do. I can't pay attention to any of my work today
because my desire is so powerful."
Carissa smiled and reassured him as only a woman can. "As
bizarre as your problem sounds... I think I can help you.
Do you want me to help you out?"
Curt sat upright in his chair. "What do you mean?"
"Just tell Mr. Linden that you're going home sick," Carissa
said with a wink. "We'll go to my place... I'll drive.
Believe me, I want to help you."
'What do I have to lose?' Curt thought to himself.
Picking up the telephone, Curt called his boss to tell him
that he and Carissa had both come down with a nasty stomach
flu and needed to take the day off. With the usual amount
of stalling, Mr. Linden gave in to his request.
"Don't you go doing this again, Curt and Carissa," he
scolded. "We need your contributions and we can't have
people going home sick all the time."
With a shrug, Curt and Carissa gathered their personal
things and left the office, occasionally snickering about
how they had fooled the boss.
'I hope I'm not getting into a big mess,' Curt worried to
himself as they walked out of the building.
But as he looked upon Carissa's perfect female form, he
somehow knew that things would eventually work out.
***
Within a half hour, Curt and Carissa had arrived at
Carissa's home in an upscale suburb of Minneapolis. Curt
knew that Carissa was single, but he had no idea that she
lived by herself in such a nice neighborhood. She truly was
a lucky young woman.
Carissa led Curt inside. As soon as they were inside,
Carissa showed Curt into the living room and asked him to
sit down. Once he was seated, Carissa stood about five feet
directly in front of him, trying to strike a seductive
pose.
"Tell me, Curt... do you find me attractive?" she asked
unexpectedly.
Curt was taken aback by the directness of her question. But
the answer was obvious.
"Yes, Carissa! I think you are very beautiful."
Carissa blushed. "In what ways am I beautiful?"
These were certainly odd questions that she was asking.
Curt wondered what she might be thinking, but he remembered
that she had promised to help him. Curt studied Carissa's
beautiful body carefully, trying to decide what exactly it
was that made him say that she was beautiful. But, as he
looked at her, Curt suddenly recognized that he would never
be able to choose a single thing that made Carissa the
incredible goddess that she was.
Unable to come up with a definite answer, Curt stammered,
"Carissa, you know you are beautiful. In fact, you are so
beautiful that I don't think there's anything that you
could do to change that."
Trying for her most innocent voice, Carissa finally asked,
"Curt... am I that woman that you see in your dreams at
night?"
Curt looked at Carissa again. Was she playing a game with
him? Although Carissa was undeniably gorgeous, Curt was
confident that she was not the woman in his dreams. But, he
didn't give it a whole lot of thought until now. He looked
at Carissa's face, and felt his desire swirling inside of
him again. And, at that moment, Curt realized the
connection between the woman he had been fantasizing about
and his secretary. They were the same person!
"Carissa, I... I..." Curt finally managed to say.
The feelings inside of him were so intense now that he was
completely lost in them. The goddess in front of him
personified every part of femininity that he could even
fathom. His brain was filled with the singular thought of
becoming the woman standing in front of him.
Carissa walked up to Curt and sat down next to him on the
couch. Curt could feel her warmth and smell her sexy
perfume.
"Just one last question, Curt. Would you want to be me if
you could?"
"YES!" Curt replied instantly. "But how..."
"Curt, let me explain," Carissa interrupted. "What I didn't
tell you... I was not originally born a woman. In fact, I
was a man not unlike yourself only two years ago. My name
was Carl Needham. I had similar dreams to the ones you told
me about, and they drove me absolutely crazy with the
desire to become a woman. And just like you, I was totally
confused about what to do about it. I thought I was just
another horny guy."
"So how did you become a woman?" Curt inquired.
"Well, that's where it gets complicated. I'm not totally
sure how it happened. One night, my dreams were so powerful
and my desires so great that I just screamed out, 'Turn me
into a woman!' at the top of my lungs. And then, I started
to feel different, almost as though my body were changing.
When I got up to look in the mirror, I saw myself
transforming into the very woman that I am today. It made
me so happy because I finally felt fulfilled. Along with
the change in my sex, my whole life changed with it... all
of my clothes had become feminine, and reality had shifted
so that everyone remembered me as Carissa. I knew
everything about being a woman, and didn't picture myself
as anything but a woman. I knew that there was no going
back, but I didn't care because I had become the beautiful
woman I had longed to be."
Curt became excited. "Do you think it will work for me if I
try the same thing?"
"You might as well try it. But you should be naked
first..."
In seconds, Curt had stripped out of all his clothes. If
Carissa's story was actually true, the only way he would
ever be at ease with himself was to throw caution to the
winds and try what Carissa had done. If it didn't work,
there wouldn't be any ill effects. But if it did, Curt
would have his fantasy fulfilled and would be the woman he
had always wanted to be.
Carissa led Curt into a spare bedroom, dropping his clothes
on the floor as he entered. As he lay down on the bed,
images of Curt's fantasy woman flooded his mind. Just as
before, his whole being ached with the desire to become
just like Carissa. More and more vivid the images became as
the woman moved closer and closer to him. Curt's breathing
grew deeper as his imagination took him to a place he
longed to be.
When the woman started touching his flesh, Curt yelled out,
"Turn me into a woman!"
At first, nothing happened. Carissa frowned with
disappointment, wondering what exactly had caused the magic
to give her the body she now had. But at that moment,
Carissa noticed Curt's clothes strewn about the floor where
he had left them. They were no longer the masculine
business suit that he had come in with. The magic was
working! Carissa watched with satisfaction, as Curt's
clothes became a feminine business suit virtually identical
to the one she was already wearing. Sport coat became
feminine blazer, slacks became short skirt, dress shoes
became high heels, socks became nylons, undershirt became
bra, and underwear became panties.
Meanwhile, on the bed, Curt was moaning loudly with
pleasure. Through his moans, Carissa could tell that the
pitch of his voice had already risen into that of a sexy
young woman. Curt's face shifted as its features became
increasingly feminine. His lips became full and seductive.
His nose took on an unmistakably feminine shape. His cheeks
were prominent. His eyes became more rounded. His eyelashes
grew long and curled. His hair cascaded from his scalp.
Carissa looked at Curt's new face, and she saw that he now
had the same sexy look that Carissa herself had. She knew
that Curt would be happy.
Curt's formerly six-foot frame diminished to a more
feminine size. All of the extra weight and body hair he had
as a man simply vanished into his rapidly feminizing form.
Curt's skin was now soft and supple all over. His
shoulders, arms, and hands shrank to match his body. Curt's
stomach became flat and taut. His waist, hips, and ass
reformed to give him an unquestionably feminine appearance.
His legs lengthened and became exquisitely shapely. Every
aspect of Curt's masculine body was changing to match
Carissa's feminine body.
Then, Curt felt his chest expanding. Instinctively, he
reached up with his new dainty hands and cupped his growing
breasts. He gently massaged them as they quickly assumed a
feminine shape, enjoying the feeling of his stiff nipples.
Finally, the transformation reached Curt's crotch. With
remarkable swiftness, Curt's scrotum and testicles receded
into his body to become his wholly female reproductive
system. Curt brought a hand down and started caressing his
altering genitalia. As he did, he felt a wet slit open
between his legs. Eagerly, he inserted a finger into it and
moved it slowly up and down his deepening hole. At last,
Curt grabbed his shaft as it shrank in his hands. Soon, it
was little more than a small nub of swollen flesh
protruding from the top of his pussy. Curt let out a loud
moan, as the nub retracted slightly and nearly tripled in
sensitivity, as it instantly became a totally feminine
clit.
Carissa smiled anew, looking upon Curt's vulnerable
feminine body... a body that was now identical to her own
in every way, down to the last chromosome. The
transformation complete, the new woman sat up in the bed.
"I am a woman!" she exclaimed proudly.
"You sure are," Carissa confirmed. "My identical twin, to
be exact!"
The new woman reflected for a brief moment, searching for
her new name. In a sudden revelation, she said, "My name is
Courtney!"
Courtney also realized that she know possessed knowledge of
all things feminine. Life was suddenly wonderful for
Courtney, for she was finally at peace with her new
identity. She was now completely and irreversibly the woman
she yearned to be.
Carissa smiled. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman."
Noticing the clothes on the floor, Courtney bent over to
pick them up. As if by second nature, Courtney put on the
feminine business suit without any trouble. The panties,
bra, and nylons fit perfectly, scantily covering her sexy
form with feminine finery. She followed with the skirt,
which tightly bound her legs and hung only partly down her
thighs. Then she put on the blazer, observing how it pushed
her breasts together to create dramatic cleavage. Finally,
she slid effortlessly into the high heels, walking in them
as though she had worn such shoes her whole life.
Courtney made a request of Carissa. "Show me a mirror... I
want to see what I look like."
Prepared for the request, Carissa guided Courtney to the
full-length mirror that was attached inside the closet
inside the bedroom. Courtney stared dreamily at her
incredible reflection, admiring the way that the feminine
business suit brought out every delightful curve of her
body.
"Oh my..." she said breathlessly.
She brought a timid hand to her face, just to ensure that
the goddess in the mirror did the same.
"I'm positively gorgeous." She did a curtsy before the
mirror.
"Do you like it?" Carissa asked, knowing that Courtney
loved herself.
Courtney smiled widely. "I was right... it is wonderful to
be a woman. I wouldn't give this up for anything. How can I
ever thank you for giving me such a wonderful gift?"
Reaching for the bedside table, Courtney misted herself
with feminine perfume, adding to her already powerful
sexuality.
"No need to thank me, Courtney. I merely helped you find
what you truly wanted."
The two women embraced warmly. Like soul mates, they were
nearly inseparable. Although the two women had both become
the very object of their own deepest desires, they were
never really attracted to one another sexually. Rather,
their similarities brought them together as friends. They
had similar interests, likes, and dislikes. They always did
everything together, from dressing up and going out to
dinner to taking a three-week vacation to Hawaii. And there
was always a mystical sort of understanding that Courtney
and Carissa had... they always seemed to know what the
other was thinking. As identical twins, they were just like
sisters.
***
A month had passed since Courtney had become a woman. She
was fully enjoying her new life as a beautiful young woman,
basking in every bit of her newfound femininity. She had
moved out of her old apartment in Hopkins and joined
Carissa in her house, living together as sisters. The two
women continued to work for the same financial firm, but
now Courtney found that she liked her job much more than
she previously did. Everyone at work treated her as though
she had been a beautiful woman her whole life, and she
loved all the attention she now received. Even Mr. Linden
treated her more respectfully than before.
Courtney was happier now than she ever had been before.
Sitting in her office, she absently played with the hem of
her skirt as she whirled about in her chair.
'Life as a woman is truly better,' she said to herself with
a sexy smile.
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